Warning: Things get very dark at the end of this chapter, please proceed with caution!
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My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly, it's a miracle I didn't crack it.
I was on edge.
Rightfully so.
Tonight may be the night that I kill that Russian Bastard.
I wanted to get it over with.
I know Rhea was mad at me for keeping things from her, but I didn't want her to worry.
Her worrying might f**k everything up, because I know her hardheaded ass.
She'd end up in the middle of the f*****g crossfire, and I can't have that.
So if I have to deal with her little temper tantrum, so be it.
Doesn't mean I like it though.
I glanced at her, and she was looking out the window with her arms folded underneath her breasts, pouting.
Fuck.
She might act like a f*****g brat, b
